AN:
Sorry again for the cliffhanger, and I apologize in advance for the cliffhanger at the end of this one. ;)
Logan's POV:
Even as a Griffin, Douglas was no match for me. I sprang at him, and he ducked, clawing my arm as I moved back.
I felt some pain, but it soon vanished as I healed. I held up my healed arm, and said to Griffin, "You forget, I heal. But you don't." And with that, I leapt at him.
We fought for some time, until we both stepped back, out of breath. I smiled as I saw the blood dripping from Griffin's shirt, and arms, and forehead. I had no injuries, although my clothes were a little sliced up. "I could do this all day, Griffin. You can't beat the Wolverine."
Griffin's eyes narrowed. He lashed out at my arm, and when I dodged away, he dug his claws into my chest.
I howled in pain. I healed, but his claws just dug deeper and deeper. I looked at him, and saw that he had pure anger in his eyes. A furious rage.
"I could kill you now, and no one would know." He hissed. "You attacked me, I was just defending myself."
"Killing me won't solve anything." I told him, trying to escape his claws, which were still digging into me. "Killing me won't make Sam love you." I saw the hatred in his eyes, and knew I had hit a nerve. "Because Sam will never love a cowardly brat like you, Douglas."
Griffin pulled his claws out of me, and I doubled over as I healed. I lay on the ground, gaping from the pain. Sometimes the healing hurt more than the injury itself. This was one of those times.
Griffin looked at me, and grinned. He held out his hand, and for a second I thought he was going to help me up. Then he plunged his hand into my chest and started tearing me apart.
I screamed from the pain, and I lashed out at him, gouging his back. But Griffin pinned me down, and curled his clawed hand into a fist. He pounded my head, and everything went black.
AN:
Aww. Poor Logan.